♡
"What do you mean with that?", I asked, my voice thick.
"Exactly what I said", Michael sighed heavily.
It was 7 am on Monday the 19th, two days until his 30th birthday. He had picked me up, per usual, and told me of the latest news which made my heart drop into my stomach.
"It will be only for a week. Hamish and I need to attend the conference in Singapore. Melinda is too well informed about this topic, so she has to come along instead of you. And somebody has to stay back and take her position here." Michael thought about something, going silent for a while. "I'll be back Sunday evening the soonest. As soon as I have access to internet, you'll hear from me, I promise."
I don't know what's worse – not seeing him for an entire week or taking over her position this suddenly.
"When are you leaving?", I asked instead of voicing my concerns.
"In a few hours, at three p.m.", he sounded tight-lipped. "It was all so sudden, I just got the call a few minutes ago. I'll drop you off to work and then I have to go home and pack for the trip."
"You shouldn't have bothered if you are stressed out! I'm only wasting your time!"
"Don't be ridiculous! You are always worth it", Michael stressed, gripping the wheel. "I just feel so annoyed I couldn't have told you sooner. If I had known I wouldn't see you for a week, then I would have spent the weekend with you, but that's life as a CEO; spontaneous plans require a cool head and quick solutions."
And being together with one meant you had to be capable of the same thing. For him, I would be just that.
Besides, it would do me good to not be such a strict 'follow this plan' type of person.
"Ok, I understand ...", I played with my hair. My heart stung. "I already miss you ..."
"Me too", Michael frowned. He leaned his head over. "Hey." I looked up to him. He was smiling softly at me.
"Hey", I replied. He puckered his lips and I kissed him.
"Don't be sad. It's hard for me as is. Rather, let's think about how Sunday night we might see each other again."
"Additionally, we could think about your birthday."
Michael's expression showed his surprise. "Oh yeah, I'm 30 soon."
"Two more days", I mumbled, fixing his collar by running my finger through it. "How could you forget your own birthday?"
Michael beamed at my touch. "I haven't celebrated it ever since I turned 18", he shrugged. "For me, it's just another day that adds to my age, nothing more."
"Hmm, we have to change that. Birthdays should always be celebrated!"
"It's just another day", he stressed, then started the engine. "Why should I celebrate I got older?", he asked, looking at the traffic and shook his head.
♡
And at three p.m. he was really gone, along with Hamish and Melinda. We didn't even have the time to see each other off and it just hurt we didn't. No last hug, no last kiss – gone for a week. But at least this time I knew he would return.
I sighed and looked at Melinda's big desk. A long list laid on it, especially written for me so I could take over her tasks smoothly while they were gone.
And just like that, I had become the executive personal assistant of the CEO of this company. While he was gone. While I was on my own. Untrained. Following the long list blindly.
I lifted it and skimmed it.
'The tasks of an executive secretary are the following: filing, correspondence, document management, office tasks and reception. Reception involves helping new employees out and tending to visitors. A secretary should offer her help to make the company seem professional and friendly.
Your task is to get the right files for the meetings, offers, recommendations, to manage customer files, to file records correctly etc. You should prepare the needed files beforehand for e.g. meetings (e.g. numbers, turnovers, projects, etc.).
We use the following filing system: turnovers, projects, customers/clients, business partners, expenses, employees, internal data (emails, phone numbers, work slip etc.) and so forth. It is filed in alphabetical order and accessible digitally and manually."
I leaned into my chair. That wasn't even half the list and I already had enough tasks for my standards.
'You have to answer phone calls, incoming as well as outgoing, have an eye on mail correspondence. You have to receive calls from clients, business partners, workers or community members, answer questions, forward calls, ask questions if additional information is needed for a task, schedule appointments, communicate to customers, schedule appointments, etc, etc.
When Michael is around, you have to manage documents (print, file, mail, distribute, copy, pass onto the right person, create spreadsheets, proofread documents, ...). Lastly, there are your office tasks.
You need to task workers to do their work, check on the other secretaries, proofread their work, run errands for Michael, cancel or reschedule appointments, order office supplies, take notes during meetings and so forth. Good luck!'
Luck was the least I needed in this case. I needed luck, time and experience.
She managed all of that in just her eight hours? Sometimes Melinda went home earlier than Michael did, how did she manage all of this so effortlessly?!
I sighed and logged into the account Michael had created for me, shifting around in my chair. The email program already showed me I had received 50 mails in this hour alone. Great.
The first one already asked for files. It was from a worker in this company and he needed to compare the turnovers from this year and the past one, but only we had access to it. I scrolled through the digital data bank and after fifteen minutes of scrolling through thousands of word and excel documents, I found it and sent it to him.
One down, 49 to go.
This day would be long, I can already tell.
"Beaumont Enterprise, executive secretary Bašić, who am I speaking with?"
"You sound as if you had said that a thousand times already", the deep voice laughed and my whole body tingled pleasantly.
"Michael!"
"Surprised to hear from me?", his barking laughter was music to my ear. "I promised I would call."
I felt how I straightened in my chair and how my shoulders relaxed. It was 5 p.m. and I was still at the desk, answering the final emails for today. Next to me was a ginormous pile of files, letters and a massive to do list I still had to tackle. I was already so tired and felt as if I was drowned in work, and I had almost given up with a loud swear when the telephone had rung.
"How's work?"
"Tough", I answered honestly. "I have so much to do!"
"I know and I'm sorry you have to take this over this suddenly. Jessica can help you, as well as Hamish's secretary if she's present." Michael sighed into the call. "I have to leave in a few minutes, but I had to hear your voice. Are you really alright? You can tell me if it's too much for you."
No. No, I can't do that. I have never admitted if something was too much for me, my pride didn't let me do that, and hearing him this exhausted, tense, the typical stern voice before a meeting just didn't let me tell him if I liked it or not.
"It's alright. I'll manage", I said instead. Ever since I had started working in my free summers, that's what I had always said to the boss. I could never go on ahead and tell them it was too much for me.
Neither would I do the same with Michael.
"If you need help, you can send us an email at any time. We'll do our best to support you."
"Thank you, Michael that's really kind of you." "I want you to like your position, you are stuck here until we both reach retirement." "How charming", I laughed.
We went quiet for a second.
"You have such a beautiful laugh", Michael mumbled. "Love you, take care for me, ok? And write me every day, you hear me? Even if I don't answer immediately, I want to hear from you!"
I felt a big smile spread on my lips, one that started hurting after a while, but I didn't mind. I was happy. So very happy.
"I will, and I love you too."
♡
I nervously folded my hands together, supervising what the people did.
Today was Saturday evening and Michael, along with Hamish and Melinda, would return today. Surprisingly, Michael had managed to come to some sort of agreement with his business partners on Friday and they had decided to call it enough for this time. The next meeting would take place in about two weeks after things had started to see how they would develop in the future.
I was happy yet stressed.
Why?
Because I planned a birthday surprise for him. And I had been doing so since Wednesday, after I told Jess of my spontaneous idea. Thankfully she was on board and along with my girls, we started organizing things.
"Move the 30 a bit more to the right please", I told the guys and they moved their latter to fix the numbers.
I had rented a big party room with bartenders for his birthday, had also hired cooks and waiters for this evening. Tables had been placed at the end of the room where we would eat (I had invited his closest friends of the company), which would then be later removed so we had a bigger dancing space. Philipp had hinted Michael loved a good liquor and some music, so I had thought this would be a good way to celebrate; first some food, then some dancing and drinking.
"It looks perfect Sara, don't stress yourself too much", Philipp smiled at me and laid a hand on my shoulder, which had caught my attention.
I turned around to him and smiled nervously. "You think?"
"The decoration is on point, the location is great, and the food is delicious – yes, I sneaked a bite", he admitted with a big grin. "The only thing that is missing-"
"What did I forget!?"
"Yourself!", he laughed. "Go get dressed, I'll look over the rest."
"Are you sure?", I asked worried.
"Yes, yes, now go."
Jess nudged me to the toilets where she handed me the black dress we had chosen together. I had decided on the theme of 'black and white – a classical party', which meant you could wear either black or white. Classic suited Michael in my opinion. He was a gentleman to me, always dressed stylish and classy, even behaved that way.
I let my hair down, curled it into loose curls and applied red lipstick to my lips. Jess smiled big as I turned around to her. "That was the finishing touch to this surprise."
I lowered my head with red cheeks. "Oh stop it!"
"I mean it! Michael is going to be in awe when he sees you. As well as what you did for him."
"It's only fitting, he says he doesn't celebrate his birthdays and I'm against that!"
My phone vibrated before we could say more. I drew out it out my clutch and saw that he was calling me. Via facetime. "Fuck", I flipped my phone around. "I can't answer him – I'm too fancily dressed for my lie!"
"What did you tell him?"
"That I was at a café. Why would I wear something like this to a café?"
"Because he himself wears expensive clothes?", Jess asked with a grin and swiped on my phone.
I froze.
"Hey Michael, what's up?"
"Where's Sara?", he asked instead. "She said she would wait outside for me."
Hamish and Melinda got in through the backdoor and gave me a thumbs up. I had told them of the surprise beforehand. I smiled at them and nodded at Jess. "She's with me. Stand put where you are, ok?"
"Alright?", Michael's confused voice made me giggle slightly.
I took my coat and went out the front door.
Michael lowered his phone and his mouth dropped open. As always, he was wearing a long stylish coat and a suit. This time it was black with a black shirt and black tie.
He had really listened to me! I had thought it would be silly to request him in a certain look, but Michael had happily obliged.
"Wow, you-"
"Psst!", I laughed and placed my finger over my lips. "Come inside first, will you?"
Michael did, watched me curiously and followed after me. I glanced back, excited to see him again. His beard had grown a bit fuller I noted, and I desperately wanted to run my hands through it but couldn't since the others were here.
He tugged at my arm and we came to a halt. My boyfriend pressed me against him and grinned evily. Michael came dangerously close to my face, our noses almost brushing each other. "Don't you want to greet me properly?", he breathed against my lips.
"Soon", I whispered and almost, almost kissed his lips.
I continued walking and he let out a disapproving, disappointed noise, but he followed me.
"You go in first."
Michael lifted a brow at me. "What's with the secrecy?", he asked with a dubious tone, eyeing me with his piercing sea blue eyes.
"You'll see", I giggled and motioned him to hurry up.
Michael leaned down to my height yet again, looking at my lips. "Only if you ki-" "Go inside already Michael!", I laughed.
He twisted the door open with an amused smile and his eyes widened.
"Happy birthday!", our friends yelled, and confetti was popped into the air. Michael grinned broadly.
Fifty people were present for this little surprise and they had all helped me once I told them of my plans.
And judging from Michael's expression, we had done a great job.
"You all – I'm speechless!", Michael laughed, running a hand through his sandy hair. The laugh he bore made him look boyish and his dimples showed. I knew they showed, even if you couldn't really see them due to his beard.
♡
That's when the evening took off.
We enjoyed ourselves, ate, drank and danced.
Michael led me to the dancefloor as a slower tune came on, placed his hand on my waist and with the other, took my hand. I placed my free hand on his shoulder and we shared a smile.
"You look astonishing tonight, mon amour."
"Thank you", I replied as he swirled us around. "You are as handsome as always."
"And older", he said with a glint in his eyes.
"I don't mind a bit", I promised him with an honest smile.
I tried to breathe through the heat that was building up inside of me. His hand traced my curve. "Another question you have to answer me", Michael started with a glint in his eyes.
Tonight, he had asked me a thousand times when I had managed to plan this surprise, how I had done it, why I had done it and so forth. I had smiled amused as he just wouldn't give in and answered all of them, just because he was the birthday boy (even though his birthday was long over).
"Another question?", I sighed playfully annoyed. He grinned and pressed me against him. I bit my lip. God, I had really, really missed him.
"Are you trying to sabotage me?"
"What do you mean?", I asked, and his eyes became hooded.
"That dress – you are clearly testing my patience." He leaned down to my ear. "I'm not allowed to kiss you, neither am I allowed to touch you; you are a devil, Sara."
"I didn't do it on purpose!"
"I don't believe you one bit", his eyes shone. "You know I can tell if somebody lies to me."
Goddammit he was good.
"Ok, ok, I might have had Saturday night on my mind", I admitted, tracing his shoulder with my hand. "And I have missed you."
"As did I. Can we go to the back please? I need to kiss you or else I'll lose it."
I went first, then he followed after a few minutes.
Michael entered the little storeroom and shut the door immediately. The lights from the dancefloor were gone and the room was dark again. "Don't you want to turn on the – mmph!" He had taken long steps, joined my side and buried his hands dominantly in my hair and pressed his lips against mine.
Fireworks exploded in my head and I felt my knees grow weaker with each passing second he kissed the breath out of me. I clung onto him as his tongue entered my mouth and we kissed and kissed, until I couldn't anymore. I drew away to gasp and Michael licked his lips. "
Now that's the greeting I wanted from my girlfriend", he murmured with a low voice that made my body tingle pleasantly. "Come here baby. I got a lot more kisses for you."
"You couldn't make it more obvious", Jess laughed as I sighed happily next to her. "You two are practically glowing!"
"He's such a great kisser", I mumbled and stole a glance into his direction. Coincidentally, Michael looked my way too and winked at me with a proud grin. I had to grin too, and Jess laughed. She raised her glass. "Let's celebrate that!"
♡
When had I drunk so much?
I only realized I was drunk when I went into the bathroom and as I washed my hands. Why is it always in bathrooms I notice the alcohol got to me? I sighed deeply. Enough drinking for the night, the next round is either a coke or some sparkling water.
I applied some powder to my face to get rid of the oiliness and felt heat rising to my cheeks. The drinking had clearly gone out of hand and after a while everybody had danced on the dancefloor, even Michael. I had used this chance and in my haze, I had grinded my whole body against his. His eyes had pierced mine and his hands had touched spots on my body which ached to be pleased.
I still felt his bulge against my legs, his hands between my legs and on my breasts. When would this heat stop?
The whole week long I had to think back to Saturday. I had yearned for his kisses, for his touches, for his dirty remarks and tonight wasn't any better.
"I want to fuck you", Michael slurred into my ear while I grinded my bum against his crotch. His hands traced my waist up to my breasts and gave them a firm squeeze. "Until you are unconscious. I want you baby, I want you so bad", he mumbled, leaving wet kisses against my neck while I pressed myself more into his touch.
"Take me then", I whispered back, and he grinned.
"That's a dangerous invitation", he told me while he turned me around. I pressed my chest into his and led his hands to my ass. He gave it a possessive squeeze and grinned even more.
"I don't care", I replied as he drew my dress up slightly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Very." I just wanted to experience the physical bond with him, I wanted to feel the heat with him, I wanted him to be mine.
"Go to the bathroom then. I'll come in a few minutes."
I fanned my face. Was this right? Was I doing the right thing?
The door flew open and Michael stepped inside, undoing his tie slightly. His eyes were burning and made me gasp for breath. I went to him and wrapped my arms around him.
He lowered his head to meet my lips and as we kissed, all my doubts went away.
This was right. The timing didn't matter. I was so damn attracted to him. His voice. His laughter. His body. The way he flirted, laughed, smiled, got angry – everything got to me. Even when he talked about his work and trailed off for hours.
I leaned against him and he nudged his head closer to mine. Without thinking, I licked his lips, which caused him to smile. He opened his mouth and let my tongue slip in, all while he slipped his tongue into mine.
A hot moan escaped my lips as he explored my mouth. "You are really living up to your nationality", I gasped between our kisses. A hot laugh vibrated through his chest and his tongue went back to action. He licked my lips, my tongue, my teeth and the roof of my mouth.
The heat inside of me was unbearable. I drew him closer and rolled my hips against his bulge. I had been so attracted to him again. The time we had spent apart from each other had done me dirty – I couldn't stop thinking about him. His smile, his kisses, his looks, our funny evenings – I had missed him so, so much.
He took my hips and kissed me demandingly.
"I'm not fucking you in a toilet booth", he harshly declined as I led him into that direction. I still undid his tie. "I need you to lie down comfortably because I'll do you until you can't walk anymore." I moaned in response, kissing his neck up and down.
"My place or yours?", he asked.
"We are drunk", I told him. "We'll regret this."
"We both know that's not true", he lifted up my dress, leading me into the toilet booth.
"I thought-", I started with a smirk.
"Shut up. You are driving me insane."
Michael checked out my underwear with a grin, making me turn around. He lovingly bit into my butt and spanked me.
"Hey!", I gasped, growing wetter with each second. His fingers traced in between my legs and I spread them with a low moan.
"A thong again – and see through at the front. Matching bra too?"
"You'll have to find out", I told him as he flipped me around and made me lean against the wall. He kissed my dress until he came up to me and kissed my lips again.
As our kisses turned heated, his fingers slowly rubbed me through my underwear. Up and down, in a circle, concentrating on my clitoris and between my lips, my most sensitive parts. As my moans grew louder, he caught that those were my favourite spots, and concentrated his fingers there. I threw my head back.
"You look exactly how I imagined you to be", he mumbled into my ear as he pushed my underwear aside to please me directly. I moaned deeply. He rubbed me between my opening and clitoris, all while I felt myself grow soaking wet. My underwear had already been wet. "Your moans. Your face. You arching your back."
His fingers travelled down and rubbed my lips, while his thumb circled my clitoris. I licked my lips, meeting his eyes.
"Moan my name, baby."
He picked up his speed. I dripped onto floor, biting my lips, pressing myself more into the wall and him, moaning uncontrollably.
"Michael", I moaned and as a reward, he picked up the speed. The booth echoed how wet I was. I crossed my legs, unable to keep still. "Big lips up here and down there", he grinned, and before I could orgasm, he withdrew his hand. I cursed in my mother tongue. "As I said", he grinned and withdrew his hands "I'm not taking you in a toilet booth. Especially since it's our first time."
"Honestly? I don't care right now. Dick me down already", I drew down my dress. My nipples were so erected it hurt when the fabric touched them. Michael instantly looked at my breasts.
"I know, I know, I have big nipples and slightly saggy breasts. You try having 85 D breasts!", I rolled my eyes. Where was this courage coming from?
When I looked at him again, he still had the look of disbelieve on his face, while he was stroking his dick. I licked my lips. Long and thick. "Of course you have a big dick you asshole", I rolled my eyes again. He held it in front of my face.
Drunk me was really such a hoe. But it wasn't the first time, oh well.
I instantly licked his head, taking his length into my mouth, bopping my head up and down.
A low groan sounded.
I drew him out of my mouth and stroked him.
"So much bigger than he was", I kissed his length up and down. "Don't tear me apart, do you hear me, Mr Beaumont?"
He held my head away, forced his junk into his underwear and zipped his pants close, forced me to stand up and dressed me. He put my underwear into his pocket and I swear I saw a wet spot appear on his pants.
"My house. Now."
"But the people-"
"Are too drunk to notice", he lifted me and carried me to his car.
I massaged his bulge all the way to the house, all while he tried to stop me several times, but I was stubborn and horny. He eventually drew my hand away. I shrugged. "Fine, your loss."
"I'm not taking you in the car either", he laughed while his hand sneaked around my leg and held it firmly while he drove.
When the car had stopped, I didn't know.
I looked over to him. He licked his lips.
"I'm a squirter", I warned him as his fingers pleased me.
"I can clean the car", he drew down the straps of my dress. "Put your leg onto the dashboard."
I did.
He undid his seatbelt, locked his car and went down on me.
I let out a surprised yet happy noise.
His tongue swirled around my clitoris and I threw my head back. Michael took my hand away as I wanted to touch myself and grinned devilishly. "No touching allowed. Let me do all the work." His tongue skilfully swirled around I dropped my head back at the sensation. "Sweet – like honey."
"I take care of myself", I spread my legs more.
I looked down again as he sucked on my lips, moaning as he traced them with his tongue. I had really sensible lips, dear god.
He licked me up and down, flicked my clitoris, rubbed my lips while he pressed his tongue into my opening. As he moved his head rapidly left and right, I came into his face.
"My, somebody's eager."
"You just finished what you started before", I mumbled, softly moaning as he still licked me long after my orgasm. "I came on your suit."
"I can wash it", he undid my seatbelt. "Let's go inside. I've got a bed with your name on it. Condoms too."
"I'm on the pill."
"You are drunk."
"Sober; and it seems you are also."
"The desire shot right through me", he grinned.
We stared at each other then laughed. "Should we do this?", he asked.
"Totally!", I eagerly replied.
He stroked my cheek. "You are so beautiful."
How was I beautiful? Smeared mascara, smeared lipstick, sweaty and panting. "You are lovestruck." I nonetheless wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply.
"Michael, I need you so badly." "I know baby."
"Please fuck me." "I will baby girl."
♡
The moment he unlocked his door, we started undressing and kissing each other. By the time he led me to his bedroom, both of us were naked and horny. God he looked so good naked.
I was so horny, I was dripping onto the floor.
Michael shoved me onto his bed and spread my legs apart. He dove down on me and I clung onto his hair, my toes curling as he licked me restlessly.
"Oh Michael", I flicked my bean along as he licked me up and down. "So much better than Noah."
"I'm better than him in every way", he grumbled, softly biting my labia. Jolts of pleasure ran down my spine.
"Hmm, I have to see if that's true", I teased.
His sky-blue eyes were piercing mine, and he held the eye contact as he licked me painfully slow. As I wanted to press myself more into his mouth, he pressed my legs down. He still didn't avert his eyes, now sucking on my clit.
"Oh baby", I brushed his curls back to see his face properly, breathing heavily. "Just like that."
He showered my pussy with kisses, sucking on my labia, clitoris and then he stuck his tongue into my vagina.
I threw my head back and arched my back. I moaned to every movement of his tongue, forgetting where I was, lost in the skilled movements of his tongue. I grabbed onto his sheets and pillow, rolling my hips against his mouth.
A sharp moan escaped my lips as he fingered my ass with his index finger, but the pain disappeared after three licks of his. "You like it rough", he grinned as he softly bit my clitoris. My legs were shaking. "And you are close to an orgasm."
"Finger me!", I begged.
He inserted two fingers, and I let out a cry of pain. He stopped, not moving them, while he kissed my clitoris softly. He started sucking on it, and as I calmed down, he curled his fingers inside of me.
Soon they moved in and out, in and out, and I was gripping onto the sheets again.
I bent my legs, onto pressed into the side of his face, my toes curling and before I could moan his name, I came.
"Michael!", I moaned as he still fingered me hard, still squirting onto his bedsheets and onto the floor. Only as I didn't come anymore, he stopped and drew his two fingers out.
"If two fingers can make you scream then we'll get a noise complaint later." He stroke his dick at that. I got up onto my knees. I looked up to him.
From down here, the muscles in his legs, his strong v-line and his six pack were really visible. I drooled at the sight and kissed his abs.
He however pressed my head down and himself inside my mouth. I hummed happily. Strong arms too~.
"You slut you", he groaned as I didn't even hesitate to swirl my tongue around his length. He spanked me, and I went down to finger myself.
He caught my hand.
"Only I am allowed to pleasure you tonight."
I grew wet instantly and felt myself dripping onto the sheets. "Yes, Mr Beaumont", I said in the cutest voice, nibbling his head. "Please call me anything you like."
He deep throated me that instant. "Baby girl just suck my dick already."
I smiled happily and bopped my head up and down, deep throated, swirled my tongue around, jerked him off too and played with his balls, causing his to grab my head almost immediately.
After a while he came inside of my mouth and I happily swallowed.
It tasted good – of course it would. He took care of his body and diet.
"Lay down."
"Yes daddy."
He stroke his length.
"Hold onto the headboard." I did.
Without warning, he entered me with his big length and filled me out until I couldn't stop moaning.
I was panting harshly once he was fully inside of me. "You came", he laughed, flicking my bean. "Oh baby, I'll have you faint several times tonight."
Michael stopped and traced my face, kissed me softly and held my eyes. "Thank you for giving your virginity to me."
My heart skipped a beat happily. "I love you."
"I love you too. I'll prove it with this", he said and instantly started moving his hips.
All I could do was hold onto him as he rolled his hips against me. At first, it hurt a bit, but after a few minutes, I moaned along to his movements. In and out, in and out. I grabbed onto his shoulders as he soon fucked me hard and demandingly, all while I moaned and screamed his name.
I rode him at least five times before I fainted for the first time.
We did it doggy a few times and then I had collapsed onto his chest.
We did it missionary, all while he pressed my legs down, so I would feel his length even more.
In and out, so good that the slapping, wet sounds were enough to make me come. His fingers massaged my clitoris, his mouth sucked my nipples and kissed me heatedly, which just excited me to roll my hips even more against him.
Any time he came inside of me, it was hot and so, so much cum. He needed such a long time to come, and as he drew out, sperm still dripped from his length, which just turned me on so much. Any time he drew out, I licked him clean, only to start over and over again.
I would either flip him onto his back and ride him until both of us were shaking, I would roll my hips against him, throwing it back as best as I could, or we would just lay there, while he fingered me, and I jerked him off; our kisses were interrupted by our moans only.
We didn't speak unless we moaned each other's name, or if I commanded him to go faster and harder.
I had never felt more loved in my life. He constantly complimented me. Anytime he came, he told me he loved me. Anytime we finished and laid next to each other, he cupped my face and kissed me full of love.
And I believed him. I fully and truly did.
No doubt anymore. this was right. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back as equally loving, proving I believed every word of his.
It was seven in the morning when we both fell next to each other, panting heavily.
"When had we come home?", I asked him, once we could breathe somewhat normal again.
"11? 12? Does it really matter?", he rolled onto his side, propping himself up, while his fingers sneaked between my legs.
"One last time to make it memorable", he said with shining eyes.
"It already was baby", I still drew him closer to kiss him. He fingered me slowly, inserting at first only his index finger, then soon his middle and ring finger too.
Once I was shaking and breathing harshly, he rubbed my pussy until I was still again. He licked his fingers.
I waited for him to kiss me, like anytime we had after an orgasm.
He didn't move.
I raised my brow and drew his head close.
We shared a tongue kiss.
"I thought you might not like it", he mumbled, then kissed me again.
"Mmm, I don't mind daddy."
He grinned. "Don't, it makes me feel old."
"You liked it before", I laughed.
Michael rolled us over, making me lay on top of him. He brushed my hair.
"That was amazing."
I tiredly rested my head against his chest and hummed in agreement. His fingers brushed me again and he laughed.
"We had the same thought", he mumbled as I met his lips halfway. We shared a long kiss and suddenly laughed. Both of us.
"I'm so happy", I told him.
"I am too", he pulled me closer again and that's how we continued our night. Kissing, cuddling and loving each other.
As I dripped onto him later, and after we had cuddled and kissed until 4 in the afternoon, we both went to the kitchen, starving.
I picked up a pan. "What do you want to eat?"
"You", his eyes were shining. I grew wet and bit my lip.
We laughed and wrapped our arms around each other.
"But seriously now, I want to eat you." He put my hair behind my ear, while his other hand squeezed my bum. "I'm just enjoying today as much as I can."
"Only today?", I asked, opening my bathrobe and letting it fall to the floor. I took his hand from my butt and placed it between my legs.
He immediately rubbed my clitoris.
"I'll stay the weekend."
"You just made me the happiest man on earth – how long until we can do this again?"
I laughed, tip toeing to kiss him. "Does it matter? I want to sleep with my boyfriend whenever I feel like it."
Michael withdrew and beamed proudly. "We are officially together now?"
"Is there a doubt after last night?", I asked while he drew me to him.
"My girlfriend! You are my girlfriend?! God; I'm so happy!" he kissed me to prove his point and grinned proudly. "I have to tell the others that!"
"Calm down!", I laughed, wrapping my arms around him. "Tend to me first!"
"Needy, aren't we, Ms Bašić?"
"Only slightly", I grinned. "I want your kisses, noodles and maybe some loving."
His eyes glistened. "I can make you my noodles now if you want to."
"Eat me first, won't you?"
He laid me down on the kitchen table and went to work. The wild fantasy of the ride on the kitchen counter turned out to be heaven on earth. He held me legs and thrusted one last time inside of me, then grinned.
"Don't you dare be proud of that!", I protested with a laugh.
"Too late", he laughed, bent down to me and hugged me bone-crushingly tight.
"I can't wait to tell everybody about you." That simple sentence made my heart skip a beat. I hugged him tightly. "I love you so damn much", he mumbled with a snarl and kissed my lips hard.
We heard an unlocking sound somewhere and Michael froze as he wanted to hug me. He swirled up, took my bathrobe, wrapped me in it and pushed me behind him. He quickly closed his one and I followed his example.
The front door opened and Marie, along with an elderly man who was much taller than her, entered with shopping bags in their hands. Marie stepped inside with a frown. We exchanged a glance and with a red head, I saw our clothes scattered on the floor everywhere.
She stopped, stared around and then stared at us with a raised brow.
"Bonjour Marie, bonjour Gerard", Michael greeted her with a cough.